QUARK, STRANGENESS AND CHARM.
The Second ‘Seattle Slayers’ Story by Dave Turner.
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or Star Trek. I write these stories for fun not profit.
Crossover: BtVS with Star Trek Deep Space 9.
Spelling and Grammar: Written in glorious English, English. American idioms are used where ever possible. Spelling and grammar is English.
Timeline: For Willow and Kennedy this story is set some time in early 2007 after ‘Weirdness in Seattle’. For STDS9 it refers to the Episode; Little Green Men.
Summery: Kennedy finds something interesting in the Attic.
Quark, Strangeness and Charm.
By Dave Turner.
Willow returned home at about four-thirty in the afternoon, she had been searching Seattle for a good magic shop. So far she hadn’t found one. Parking the SUV in the garage she walked into her kitchen to find Christina and Sally; the two youngest trainee slayers, sitting at the large kitchen table doing their homework. While they worked they kept an eye on Tara, Willow’s daughter; the rest of the house seemed quiet.
“Where is everyone?” asked Willow as she walked across the room and picked up her daughter.
“Monica and Courtney have gone on patrol,” replied Sally looking up from her school books.
Willow glanced out of the window, it was still light.
“Oh, this would be a patrol involving shops and boys would it?” Willow raised a sceptical eyebrow.
“Maybe,” Sally shrugged noncommittally.
“Shannon and Eve are upstairs helping Miss Kennedy,” volunteered Tina.
“Doing what?” Willow saw the blank looks on the girl’s faces and decided to look for herself.
She shifted Tara onto her hip and walked out into the hall and up the stairs to the second floor. As she walked she could hear activity on the upstairs landing, she arrived to find piles of boxes and cases littering the floor.
“What’s going on?” she asked Shannon and Eve who were piling even more junk up on the floor.
“I’m clearing out the attic.” Kennedy’s voice floated down to her from the attic as her head appeared in the hatchway, “Thanks a lot guys,” she smiled down to her two helpers.
Shannon and Eve stopped brushing dust and cobwebs from their clothes and gave Willow despairing looks before heading off to clean up. Kennedy climbed down the ladder and turned to kiss Willow.
“Not until you clean up,” Willow said crossly, “what’ve you been doing?”
“There was so much junk in the attic I thought I’d clear it out.” Explained Kennedy, “Who knows what was up there, you never know there might be something useful in amongst this stuff.”
“And you’re just going to leave it here?” Willow regarded the mess with a jaundiced eye.
“Only ‘til tomorrow,” replied Kennedy, “now how ‘bout you helping be clean up?”
Kennedy started to pull her t-shirt out of her jeans. Willow knew she couldn’t keep being cross at her lover for long. She turned and ran back down stairs and put Tara back into her playpen; and then ran back upstairs. Sally and Christina shared a knowing look as Willow ran from the kitchen. Both girls sighed; Sally reached over and switched on the radio…loudly.
True to her word Kennedy had cleared most of the junk by lunchtime the next day. Most of it went out into the trash; some was slated to go to a charity shop. This left a small pile of things that Willow and Kennedy liked the look of. At the moment they were piled on the kitchen table as she and Willow went through the assorted bric-a-brac.
There were a couple of Marine Corps combat knives which Kennedy put aside to join the house’s weapons collection. There was a crystal that Willow thought might be magic, and even if it wasn’t it looked pretty and would make a good paper weight. Then there was just stuff that looked nice and after cleaning would help to make the house look more homely.
Lastly there was a locked metal box about two feet square. It was filled with something heavy. Kennedy looked at Willow and raised an eyebrow.
“Pirate treasure?” she asked with a grin.
“Why don’t you open it and find out?” suggested Willow.
Kennedy took a firm grip on the box and pulled at the lid, very quickly the lock broke and the two women looked into the box.
“Not treasure then,” Willow sighed disappointed.
“Oh you never know, it depends what’s on them,” Kennedy started to take the cans of movie film out of the box.
The box had contained a dozen cans of film each about twelve inches across. Each can had a label stating it was the property of the United States Army Air Force, a date, usually from the late 40’s or early 50’s. Plus a string of letters and numbers that Kennedy suspected indicated types of aircraft. The two women opened a couple of cans and sure enough there was a roll of movie film in each. By holding the film up to the light they could make out the shapes of various types of aircraft.
“This could still be valuable,” Kennedy squinted at a piece of film.
“Even if it’s not,” replied Willow, “I bet there’s a few museums who’d like to get their hands on this stuff.”
Kennedy picked up the last can of film and studied the label, she nudged Willow with her elbow and pointed at the label. In faded red letters it said: ‘Property of USAAF, Roswell, New Mexico. Alien Interview #3, 1948’.
“You don’t think it’s….” Willow’s voice faded away as she realised what might have come into their possession.
“Could be,” nodded Kennedy, “we’ll need a projector thingy to play this.”
“Where are we going to get one of those? No one uses film nowadays!” exclaimed Willow.
The two women looked at each other, and almost together they said, “EBay!”
It took a week to find the right type of projector, then another week to get it delivered. Then after careful testing to make sure the projector wouldn’t damage the film; Willow, Kennedy and all the young Slayers sat down in the family room one evening to watch what they hoped was going to be history. Kennedy stood at the projector as one of the girls switched off the lights. The room was plunged into darkness and Kennedy hit the ‘play’ switch.
The film was a little grainy with age but it was in colour and had a sound track that hissed and popped from the speakers in the corners of the room. The film showed various military officers interviewing three aliens or maybe they were demons. The aliens were all short, the tallest being about five foot eight. They were flesh coloured, with big heads, large ears and pointed teeth. Each alien, except what looked like the youngest, wore garishly coloured clothes. The younger one looked as if he could have been wearing some sort of grey uniform coverall.
Throughout the interview it sounded like the aliens were not taking the humans seriously, they certainly didn’t seem afraid. Willow kept squinting and studying the oldest looking alien.
“That looks like Snyder,” she said finally, “my old high school principle,” she explained to the puzzled looks of the assembled Slayers. “He got eaten by a giant demon snake thing.”
The final scene showed one of the human officers demanding to know where the aliens planned to land their invasion force. The younger alien appeared to point randomly at a map of the United States. The officer moved to study the map more closely.
“You mean your people are going to invade,” he looked at the map again, “Cleveland?”
At this point the film came to an end. For a moment all that could be heard was the sound of the film clicking as it spun through the projector. Willow was the first to speak.
“I really think we should call Buffy,” she said in a small voice.
I was looking in my ‘Quotable Star Trek’ book looking for a particular quote when I found this one by accident. I laughed for about five minutes afterwards.
The quote goes like this; Captain Wainwright is questioning the Ferengie, Nog, and demands to know where the invasion force will land. Nog points vaguely at the map and Wainwright says:
“You mean your people are going to invade…Cleveland?”